And Mold Is Definitely Starting To Form.

Facebook - We're Kind Of Over It.

My reporter friend Lauren C recently pointed out that her company had joined a large prestigious group, one that was growing rapidly throughout South Africa, and in fact, the world.

No, her company hadn’t joined an action cricket team, gotten trendy new water coolers, or joined the official Kurt Darren fan club - they had blocked Facebook in the office.

Whilst not entirely surprised by their actions - most large corporations and banks have recently done the same - the fact is that most people I have spoken to have sort of drifted away from Facebook, the way you might drift away from a hot flossie (floozie), after months of courting, cajoling and eventually getting to have sexual relations with her.

I remember the golden era of Facebook (about 5 weeks ago) when nary a minute went by without me checking my inbox, seeing who had accepted my friend requests, and who had managed to find me.

These days, I may check every second day or so, and I think it’s going that way for quite a lot of people right now. Basically the whole Facebook thing is starting to get old now, just like many of the other crazy fads which at one point threatened to take Cape Town by storm.

Remember when EVERY self respecting red blooded male in Cape Town wore pink?

That was kind of my doing.

I got pissed drinking “Late Harvest” (”Laat Oes”) boxed wine with some homeless chaps one afternoon, rocked up at the local laundry afterward, and then forgot to seperate my whites with my coloureds, thus ending up with a pink v-neck. Which I kind of liked the look of.

I wore it one fateful night during a jaunt in Long Street and lo and behold, a trend was born.

Then there was the time I walked out of Billy The Bum’s (now Sobhar) and didn’t have a lift to get to Green Man (now Tin Roof, or “Tinners”). Afraid that my heart may give in due to the excessive distance (+ - 300 metres) I immediately looked for a solution.

I spotted some ball bearings lying on the ground and, whilst humming the theme tune to Richard Dean Anderson’s MacGyver, attached the wheels to the heels of my bulky skater shoes. I then proceeded to “skate” and “wheelie” my way down Claremont Main Road, and the rest, as they say is history.

So yes, I know a thing or two about fads. In my mind, Facebook is starting to lose it’s lustre and in about 3 months, any mention of the word “Facebook” will make people look at you the way clubbers may look at a DJ when he tries to play a Danny K song.

As a side note - this has nothing to do with me not getting ANY new friends for the last few days… seriously, NO new friends whatsoever… despite sending out at least 5 friend requests in the last week… and despite KNOWING that they went online at least twice in that time.

Nothing whatsoever. Pure coincidence.

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